This is a song about "Draw my gun"

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

My gun always in range

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

And i'm in awe

We spark, pull up then draw

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

My madness manages to draw a synoptic